
A project at Yale Divinity School
My God, my God why have you forsaken me?
It was you who drew me from the womb and soothed me on my mother’s breast.
My bones are all disjointed and my heart has turned to wax, melting inside me.
Yahweh, do not hold aloof.
Come quickly to my help.
I shall proclaim your name to my brothers and sisters, praise you in full assembly.
Posterity will serve him, future generations will be told about th Lord and proclaim his deliverance to a people yet unborn, saying
God has done it!